Hearing a soft knock, Claire opened the door of
the small cottage that was her temporary residence in the village, property of
the clinic - kindly lent to her for the duration of her internship.
“You look very smart, Jamie.” She smiled,
noticing his impeccably ironed blue shirt, which made the colour of his eyes even
more striking. He had tried to tame the cowlicks and waves of his hair and was perfectly
shaven – the grooming being slightly impaired by the giant bruise on his cheek,
extending like an oil leak to his lower eyelid, and the redness and swelling on
his lip – as if he had been bitten and forcefully kissed. “Even if you slightly
resemble an oversized Dalmatian.”
He shrugged and smirked.
“Ye look lovely, Sassenach.” His eyes quickly travelled
across the span of her body, clad in a long floral dress, the lightness of the
fabric enhancing her curves. Jamie blushed a little, realizing she had noticed
his overt attentions, but defiantly met her eyes. “I brought ye a wee gift – I’ll
still get ye some popcorn, though.”
With the suspense and skill of a magician,
Jamie produced a small vase in which a couple of small blue flowers nestled
“They are Myosotis,
aren’t they?” Claire exclaimed, delighted, taking the delicate vase on her
hands. “I’ve never seen them quite so blue. Where did you get these?”
“From my home’s garden – Lallybroch, that is. I
did the plant seedlings myself.” He seemed content with her reaction and
somewhat proud. “I thought ye’d like something that ye could keep and watch
growing day by day, more than a bouquet that would dwindle and waste away.”
“Well, you were right.” She inhaled the sweet
and lively scent, the unique perfume of nature’s creation. “They have another
name, don’t they? I think I recall Uncle Lamb calling them something else.”
“Aye.” Jamie’s cat-like eyes smiled in time with
his lips, his voice husky. “Forget-me-nots.”
“Were you afraid that I’d forget you, Jamie?”
Claire asked softly, placing her precious gift on the kitchen table and
grabbing her purse to leave with him.
“I ken I’d have a hard time forgetting ye,
Sassenach.” He gave her a lopsided smile and the tip of his fingertips brushed
against her hand, a caress so heartbreakingly gentle that her heart fluttered
like a trapped moth against an unshielded light. “But it couldna hurt to make
“Are you watching the movie at all?” Claire
asked, biting a crunchy popcorn, saltiness and sweetness flooding the back of
her tongue. She had been following the intricate plot of the movie, an acclaimed
musical candidate to win several coveted awards – they were about to enter the
part where the star crossed lovers realized that their love could never be –
but the feeling of being observed had made her look through the corner of her
eye, only to realize Jamie had been absorbed in contemplating her instead of
“Aye.” He grinned in the half light, his eyes
never leaving the outline of her face. “The lad doesna sing sae bad, but he isn’t
much of a writer. It will end badly for them both.”
Claire raised her brows, impressed by his
accurate remarks. Nonetheless, being so closely inspected was making her uncomfortable
and very self-aware.
“Is there something weird on my face?” She
asked tentatively. Jamie leaned closer to her, his blue eyes intent.
“I was wondering how ye’d look with yer hair
down.” He whispered softly, close to her ear. Claire had decided to trap her
wild curls on an elegant braid for their date – and having met her at the
clinic, when she was wearing her working bun, he hadn’t yet seen her with her
“You can thank your guardian angel that you
haven’t seen me that way.” She snorted. The small and cosy cinema room was
almost empty, but a couple of young girls threw them looks of reproach for disturbing
the gut-wrenching atmosphere. “It might just attack you when you’re not looking.”
She finished in a lower voice.
“Hm.” He casually reached for a handful of
popcorn, only to allow his hand to get closer to hers. “Ye are so different
from all the lassies I knew all my life, Claire.”
“Uppity?” She suggested with apprehension. His
fingers were making circular movements on the back of her hand, until they eventually
entwined, like scattered pieces of a forgotten puzzle coming together. “Strange?”
“Strong.” He said, his face serious. His eyes
fixed on her lips and she couldn’t avoid to subtly lick them, the mere
suggestion of his touch enough to make her thirsty. “Beautiful.”
“You don’t know that much about me yet.” Claire
whispered. The smell of him, so close, was inebriating in the darkness, like
all her senses were sharper, more in tune with him. “You could be wrong.”
“I may not know yer birthday or yer favourite
drink. Which books made ye cry and what position ye sleep in – but I already
know that I would do almost anything to have the chance to find out.” Their
foreheads were almost touching, as he came even closer to her. “I already ken
how ye make me feel, Sassenach.”
Their lips met – not needing any type of
compass in the darkness - the soundtrack of the love story on screen playing just
for them. And as Jamie’s hands found her curls, untangling her hair until it
fell over her shoulders, they could be the only two people in love in the
Edinburgh, Present day
Don’t cry. Breathe.
Claire mechanically reached for his hand and started
to unfold the bandages in silence. Jamie winced and hunched his shoulders, as
if he was surprised – and his eyes were filled with true wonder.
“Ye are real.” He whispered, his eyes following
the steady and calculated movements of her gloved hands. “I…wasn’t sure that ye
“How are you feeling, Mister Fraser?” She asked
in a monotonous tone, like a cold but professional stewardess on a long and
tiresome flight. His eyes widened, the lines of his face a mirror of pain, as
if she had just slapped him without further warning.
“When did I become Mister Fraser?” He said between teeth. “How long have ye been
working here, Sassenach?”
“Don’t call me that!” She demanded in a strong
voice, exhaling. “Not that I owe you any explanations, but I’ve been a surgeon here
for almost three months now.” Claire said. “Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”
“Claire…” He began, his blue eyes imploring. “There
are things I should tell ye…”
“No.” She replied, firmly. “You are a patient
here and I’m bound by my oath to treat you to the best of my abilities. But we
have nothing to say to each other – apart from you answering my questions and I
informing you with truthfulness about your condition.” Anger filled her chest,
like something sticky and dark, making her breathing more laboured.
“I can’t move them just now.” He said, after a
while, in a hoarse voice. The removing of the dressings revealed the terrible
sight of a compromised hand – only his thumb seemed unaffected, while his
middle and ring fingers were crushed into unnatural positions, the joints
shattered. His index finger was broken in at least two places, even if it still
maintained an air of normalcy by comparison. Blood still oozed from deep cuts
on his palm and from the place where the bone had ruptured the skin, like a gruesome
and bloody flower springing from the inside out. “Can ye save it?”
“I’ll certainly try.” She nodded, the lump in
her throat approaching the size of an ostrich egg. Even the best surgeon in the
world wouldn’t be able to rebuild a perfect hand from such wreckage – the best
possible outcome was to save all his fingers and to obtain a range of function
that would allow him to carry ordinary movements with his hand. His hand had been so tender in the darkness
of the cinema. “I need to assess your belly. Is it sore?”
“A wee bit.” Jamie admitted, avoiding her eyes
as she pushed up his shirt, covered in soot and blood, in order to expose him
to her cold hands. Claire touched his flank with light movements, going deeper
in critical places – once she palpated his upper left quadrant he hissed like a
resentful cat and his abdomen went rigid.
“You might have a ruptured spleen.” She bit her
bottom lip, still glancing at his belly.
There, that small spot – she had bit him there, once. She could still hear his throaty
groan, half moaning half laughing.
“We will do an ultrasound, but it’s likely you’ll need surgery today.”
“Will ye do it?” He asked. Jamie was gritting
his teeth – he was on basic painkillers and Claire was sure he was experiencing
some excruciating pain from his damaged hand, acute abdomen and several first
degree burns on his body.
“I’m not sure that is wise.” She said slowly. “I’ll
ask Joe to do it – he is a very gifted surgeon.”
“Will you be there, Claire?” He pleaded in a
low voice, hesitant.
“I will.” Claire hawked. “It’s my team – it’s
my duty to oversee it.” He seemed discouraged and battered, looking at the white
“Are my men alright?” Jamie asked, while she
began to clear some debris from the wound. “Are they safe?”
“They are being taken care of. You should focus
on getting stronger now.” She replied more softly and then, raising her eyes to
meet his – so he could see the emptiness there – added in a neutral tone. “Your
hand is swelling. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to cut your wedding ring out.”
- Có cần em nói cho anh những điều anh cần phải biết không?
Sinh nhật em là ngày 7 tháng 1. Hồi nhỏ em sống ở Hupyong-dong, thành phố Chuncheon. Em chuyển tới Seoul vào năm lớp 6. Cấp 2 em học lớp 16, cấp 3 em học lớp 21, số hiệu sinh viên thời đại học là 019347. Em dị ứng với lông mèo, bụi sách và đào. Cỡ giày của em là 240, nhưng chân phải có chút to hơn.
- Ngày sinh nhật của em đã qua mất rồi. Hôm nào đó hãy cùng tới Chuncheon. Chúng ta sẽ tới nơi em từng sống. Hồi cấp 2 em học lớp 16, cấp 3 học lớp 21, số hiệu sinh viên thời đại học là 019347. Anh cũng không thích đào. Anh thích mèo, nhưng anh sẽ không nuôi. Anh cũng sẽ cẩn thận với bụi sách.
Fandom: Mystic Messenger Pairing: V x MC (you) Rating: Fluff~ Summary: MC stumbles on V’s route~ they slowly fall for each other and they feel a certain attraction as though…they were meant to for each other.
Authors note: I know, that I should publish Jumin’s pt 2. But I just felt like writing a new series with V ~, because he deserves love. This will probably have lots of parts and will probably turn into a long series. If the idea I have will turn out good~.
To him, she
was only a tool –»the chosen one«, something to help him get to Rika. She was
worthless. He knew how bad that sounded, he knew that she would probably get
hurt and he was aware, that during this path, she might get hurt and get her
It has been
a few days, since she was able to become a part of the rfa. By now she was
supposed to get attached to someone, by now she was supposed to be someone’s
sun, like Rika used to be his sun. Though she was kind, nice and understanding,
there were no signs of her falling for anyone in the rfa.
He was sure
it would be Jumin, his childhood friend. Because he slowly saw how through
every chat, his old friend seemed to warm up to her and change. But she, was indifferent. He
started to check up on her through the cameras, though his eyesight was bad, he
could still see her. As he looked at her, watched her every day, he noticed the
small things that made her unique.
How – even if
she was strong and almost heroic in the chat room, she would still cry herself
sometimes to sleep. How she looked scared, but pretended to be alright for
these strangers that she knew only a couple of days. How she answered every
call, replied to every chat and how quickly she stole everyone’s heart.
lovely. She truly was.
morning she woke up early, opened the balcony and stretched out her arms as far
as she could. She was very diligent at everything she did. At exactly the same hour, she would exercise a
little, then make breakfast. Afterwards she would go to the city, return home and work. She
looked the most happy when she was cooking – though he noticed she always
prepared too much for one person. At those moments – he saw how truly lonely she looked.
It was day
4, by now she should be on one of the routes.
would do was, always inquire about him. Silly questions; “What does V like to
eat?”, “What is V’s favorite colour?”, “How long has V photographed?”, “Do
you think V is lonely?”.
she called Jumin and she asked him all sorts of questions about V, how she
wondered if there is something she could do for him. Jumin knew, that she
started to develop feelings for him. He stepped back, swallowed his emotions
and decided that it was time. Time for his friend to be free. Free from all the guilt he felt, free from grief and finally once again experience joy and happiness.
how would he even let them meet? They had to meet before the party, but how was that possible? Her location was top secret and only Seven and V knew where she was plus V was harder to find than Waldo.
care if she was in danger? Or would he brush it off and as always and just disappear. A plan was made between Seven and Jumin. She was to
be in desperate danger, someone was planing and attack on her. And all the while Seven could not get a hold of her phone, he could not see
the cameras and how could he protect her, when all of the members went on a trip with
take the bait?
a call from Jumin, he sounded hectic, frantic. What is happening, what could make a man of steel - such as Jumin, sound so scared? At last he receives some information. No one can call her, her phone
is dead, she is unreachable. Seven can’t see her through the cameras and they are getting threats
from some organizations.
The name –
is not Mint eye, so he gets worried.If it’s not Mint eye, who is it? What should he do? Does he even care for a
simple girl – a tool for the greater picture?
While he is
in thought, without noticing he is already running to her, he hung up on Jumin and just keeps on running. He
waves at a taxi »Take me to this address, as quickly as possible! «.
Frantically he says the name of the address, he starts to tap his fingers on
his knees. He begs the gods, to protect her. Though he doesn’t even know which
god to pray to and why he is even praying.
But he has
no time to wonder, he just needs to see HER. No one else, but her.
they are in front of the apartment. The taxi stops, he throws some money at the taxi driver and runs, no time for the elevator, he runs up the stairs. His mind is running
wild, he runs and runs, each step is moving faster and faster. He comes to a
halt, he is in front of the door now. Breathing heavily he starts to knock on
the door. No answer, he hits on the door with his fist. Open, just open the
door and please be safe. He thinks those thoughts all the while still hitting on the door. His
breath is rigid, he can’t calm himself down. Why does he feel this way? Why
does he care? Wasn’t she just a tool?
“Ah, c’mon?! OPEN!!!”
When in one
moment, suddenly the door opens and she stand there in front of him. She is
fine. She looks ok, she looks safe.
there in a beige one-piece dress, her hair is loose and wild, her cheeks are red - she
probably ran to the door, and on her face is a big smile.
And the he
notices, her eyes –a honey golden hue. »Hello! How may I help you? Are you
alright?« She chirps. Her voice is soft and sweet, filled with worry and hm, joy?
He doesn’t even say anything, he doesn’t let her speak, he just grabs her by the
wrist pulls her close to him and embraces her.
he held in for so long, he finally lets out. He holds her close, he holds her
her arms envelop him and squeezing tightly. He smells her – she smells divine.
Vanilla – and peaches? She smells sweet like a bakery. But why does she let him
»Are you V?« A muffled question was heard, her head was
nuzzled on his chest and he let out a small chuckle.
letting her go, he smiled down at her and nodded. »Yes, it’s me. I am sorry if
I scared you, but you were unreachable on your phone?«
took him by the hand and led him inside. »Why don’t you come on in?« She asked
while slightly tilting her head to the side, slightly biting at her lower lip.
Is that a sign of her being scared of rejection? How could he reject her offer?
He did start to question her friendliness, how can she be so calm? But he just
let her lead him inside.
inside and he just couldn’t believe, how easily she wrapped herself around his
heart. With such utter ease and with each smile she send his way, he felt
himself warm up inside. From his clenching heart to every inch of his bones, to
his toes and fingers. He was led inside the apartment, which he was used seeing
from the past. But ever since she was inside it seemed different?
redecorate?« He asked silently while he was taking off his shoes.
sound disappeared from her mouth and she gave him small a nod. »Ah, I did but
only slightly. You see it seemed so bare and sterile in here. So I thought,
some pictures, flowers and a nice fluffy carpet might help this place be more
homely.« She turned around once, as though it wasn’t just the apartment that
she was showing off, but also herself. »But, uhm, if you don’t like it, I can
just, hm you know, put everything…« She started to wildly ramble and he could
see a slight dust of pink on her cheeks, she was worried for his well being? Was
she worried, that he might disapprove? How
Silly, silly girl. He took her hand to calm her down, but that
only made her cheeks turn into a slightly deeper reddish colour.
»I love…« he
started and gazed into her eyes, a moment of silence passed, his heart
clenched, and her gaze was directed at him – her gaze didn’t waver and he
continued »what you did to this place, it’s very you, so refreshing and happy.«
A huge grin
appeared on her face and she let out a tiny squeal. »That makes me so very,
very happy! Ah, I made some lunch but I prepared too much would you, maybe,
just maybe like to join me?«
Huh, so she did have a plan, did she? He wasn’t just invited inside
without a proper reason. Ah, why not, what’s a small lunch between…..whatever
love to.« He replied as gently as he could.
In the next
moment she urged him to the table, where he sat down and started to gaze around.
She did an amazing job with the place. There were pictures of nature, of
animals and…a cat? The carpets were colourful and fluffy. There seemed to be
cushions everywhere he looked. It was all so cluttered, yet seemed so right. So
colourful but so calming.
around and prepared all the dished in front of him. All were dishes he liked to
eat. He looked at her, as she brought in the one thing he loved to eat the most
and she grinned at him like a small child. He only chuckled and nodded. »So was
the whole thing a scheme to get me to eat with you?« As he asked he tilted his
head slightly and tried to look as angry as possible, might as well teach her a
lesson. Yet, she did something he never expected her to do. She grabbed his
face, defiantly looked him in the eyes and said: »Don’t you dare, lecture me V!
I noticed how you squeezed my hand when I led you in, I saw how happy you were
too see me. You ran to save me! If you did not care – someone else would be
here and not you!«
him from his grasp, sat across from him and pouted. He blinked a few times,
tapped his finger on the table and started laughing. He laughed so loudly and freely,
he couldn’t recall when the last time was when he laughed so much.
adorable, so child-like, innocent and stubborn. He could never imagine, meeting
someone like her. As he laughed and as he was gripping at his sides, she too
started to laugh. For the whole situation seemed so foreign and just silly.
not even know each other – this was the first time they met. But how in the
world, could they be so comfortable with each other, that they could touch one
another, quarrel and just behave like they were old friends or even lovers?
they stopped laughing, she stretched out her hand on the table and he took it
in his. It felt right, but it also scared him.
their meal, they talked, and they laughed. He even flirted with her and her rosy
cheeks, made his heart swell up. After their meal, they cleaned up the dishes
and it felt so right, to be standing next to her small frame. To see her
humming and washing the dishes, to see her smiling and just being happy.
was it wasn’t it?
truly happy. Happy. Could, he be happy? Was it possible for him?
innocent moments were blissful and joyous, but for how long would they last?
danger not so far, was already preparing to rip them apart.